This the eleventh chapter of a serialized science-fiction novellette concerning failures of fidelity in the transmission of culture. PART II, Chapter 11. She squatted in the garden, inspecting the leaves of the sprouting produce while babby slept on her back, swaddled like a hurt finger. The old douche bag cocked her head as the texture of the insect and bird noises around her changed, announcing an arrival from the west.

Put on a show in Palm Beach. Attended in person at the swank old historic hotel. Smuggled in my wife, so she could rollerskate around a while without people asking her to make them lunch or find their shoes. This is a post about dying. Disappointingly these messages are often limited in their scope, offering insights i.

It covers a life spent including 30 odd years in Malaysia, 21 years in The USA and 3 years spent in Japan. It is also a Global research paper at the human level. Monday, March 19, 2018. Land of the Free, Home of the brave. I miss my camera, I miss my daughter and I miss my cat and now i miss my earphones! Funny the thought of missing my sons has not occurred .

Tuesday, August 14, 2012. On The Coast of Somewhere Beautiful. Once a year in August, we join the hordes of travelers for a summer trek to Cape Cod. But most importantly, I begin to plan out the meals that we will cook. Not to mention, Portuguese glutton-fest in Provincetown.